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Interview with Septime Webre

Septime Webre, Artistic Director of the Washington Ballet describes his favorite experience as an artist.

Interview with Fabian Barnes

Fabian Barnes, Aristic Director of the Dance Institute of Washington shares his favorite experience as an artist.

Interview with George Jackson

Interview with dance critic George Jackson, April 15, 2006

Interview with Vincent Thomas

What has been really beautiful with this project is that there are so many similarities between the stories that I hear – nationally and internationally.

Interview with Suzanne Carbonneau

"I think all of my favorite experiences in dance have to do with the way they make me realize how much I don’t know about the world. I know that’s why I keep going to dance."

Interview with Jason Hartley

Dancer and Choreographer Jason Hartley describes his favorite experience as an artist.

Interview with Bill McKibben

"One of the things about being a writer is that it’s a solitary occupation. One of the great pleasures of my life was the few times when I’ve been it and done it with other people. The most intense version of that was the four years I spent at Harvard working on The Crimson, the newspaper."

Casey Maliszewski on Leaving Dance

"The dancer identity has many layers. Some are positive (graceful, strong, beautiful), some negative (poor, insecure, dumb.)"

Maida Withers on Training

As the funeral procession passed the red brick home on the way to the Salem Cemetery, the child, standing and watching from the porch,...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...